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A slow singer, but loading each phrase
With history’s overtones, love, joy
And grief learned by his dark tribe
In other orchards and passed on
Instinctively as they are now,
But fresh always with new tears.
--
"A Blackbird Singing"

 

R. S. Thomas

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Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears:
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Woe weeps out her division, when she sings.
Droop herbs, and flowers,
Fall grief in showers,
Our beauties are not ours;
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